The City That Reads

by singerz

I had a great post prepared about the super-bowl, including such happenings as: My friend spills wing-sauce on his pants. We have an awkward moment as I reach and wipe the sauce off of his upper left thigh and eat it. The sauce I mean. I did not eat his thigh.

In other news, I just saw my doctor on the subway. While it may be legitimate for him to do this during a checkup, I don’t think grabbing my crotch and telling me to turn my head and cough is appropriate for the subway. Maybe that’s just me. Oh, it IS just me? Fine. Grab away, Doc. Cough cough, bitch.

Later that day, I met a British man. British accents make everything sound smart and sophisticated, to the point where the guy could say “I slept with your mother and beat up your children” and you will probably thank him for his articulate and well-thought-out kindness. Maybe not. Maybe, since you speak English and are normal, you’d get upset if he said that. Again, that might just be the way I play it, homes.

In blogger news, next weekend will be the second blogger convention but this time it will be in Baltimore. You may be wondering where Baltimore is. I’m just not sure. You may also be wondering why Baltimore’s city nickname was “The city that reads” (not a lie) when its literacy rate was one of the lowest in the country. I’m wondering that too. The only theory I came up with is that they brought some guy in to pick the city slogan among a few choices, and he couldn’t read any of them, and so he picked that one. Illiteracy jokes are funny, no? And even if they are not, no one who can’t read will be reading this so I don’t have to worry about offending anyone.